Zhao Rong got out of the car and looked at the man whose face was covered in blood. "Sir, what happened to you? Do you need help?"
Before Zhao Rong could finish, the man glared fiercely at him and snarled, "You have the nerve to ask me what happened? Let me tell you what happened! When you drove through the Qinling Tunnel just now, you crashed right into me and smashed my head open. What's more, instead of helping, you just fled the scene!"
Hearing this, Zhao Rong looked bewildered. "That's impossible," he retorted. "I'm sure I hit a pig in the Qinling Tunnel. How could it have been you? Even if it was, we've driven quite a distance since then. How did you manage to catch up? You even got ahead of us."
At that moment, the assistant got out of the car, pointed at the bloodied man, and said to Zhao Rong, "Brother Zhao Rong, let's not bother with this guy. One look at him and you can tell he's bad news."
